At the crack of dawn, I was already driving home from the airport, wiping big mama tears from my cheeks. My eldest was headed back to Texas, his fireman gear packed efficiently per his norm. Military precision is his modus operandi. While he was getting ready to board a plane, I was heading back to…
As we celebrate another graduation season, parents the world over are applauding their children’s diplomas, becoming misty-eyed at the first strains of Pomp and Circumstance—and cursing under their breath as they return home from graduation ceremonies to a “nest” that doesn’t look or feel quite like it used to. My household is case in point….
It wasn’t supposed to grow this big. Before my youngest was born, we added on to our home to provide the space we needed as our family grew. We planted what was supposed to be a small to middlin’ serviceberry tree in the backyard. Our family definitely grew, from small boys who toddled around that…
The best gifts come unadorned and completely unexpected. As a divorced mom of two sons, I’ve probably aged more rapidly in the years since my divorce than I did during the years my marriage was failing. The stress I left behind in the form of what had become an unhealthy relationship was replaced with the…
Heady talk in my house of late. Goals, life journeys, achievement, happiness, work ethic, flow. My youngest is at that age, the one where we expect a man child to make life-altering decisions about his future. Don’t worry. I won’t bore you with the details of the craziness of college admissions. Just trust me—it’s insane….
I wasn’t raised to swashbuckle. When I birthed two boys, it did not take long for me to realize I was going to have to learn how to do so. As they dove off of staircases, thinking they could fly like Buzz Lightyear; received concussions trying to clamber out of their crib; and split chins…
“Maybe it’s the company of sensibly-minded, smart women that will make us all, individually, less tired.”
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